"Don't wait up for me!" Emily called.
I got up from the sofa and looked down the hall. She was putting on her new shoes, a pair of brown boots with heels. Lately, she'd been saying she wanted to update her wardrobe. No problem with me since she didn't always were the most exciting clothes. Tonight she was going out to meet her best friend Genie and took the occasion to premiere her new style. She stood up and spun around.
"How do I look?"
"You look great!"
She really did. With her tight black jeans, a black top, and a beige trenchcoat she looked amazing. She had her blonde hair thrown over her shoulder. The red lipstick didn't hurt either as she walked up to me and kissed me.
"Bye."
The door closed and I locked it. Looking through the peephole and saw her get in the elevator. I looked at the clock, it was 6:30. She probably wouldn't be home until after midnight. So I had enough time for what I've been looking forward to the last week.
Emily was amazing in every way. By this time we'd been together for five years and I couldn't be happier with her. We were such a perfect match on almost every level, except when it came to sex. The sex was great though, don't get me wrong. She could be dirty if she was worked up, but it took some time and she didn't always "get there". She also had a much lower libido than me and that was eating at me on some levels. I knew it wasn't anyone's fault, but I just wished she'd been a bit more adventurous and horny. Like me, I guess.
My time with Steph had left its mark though. I could never get the feeling of being gently dominated out of my head and I longed for it to happen again. But I loved Emily and didn't want her to do something she wasn't turned on by, and let's be fair: I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I wanted to be used as a slave. She had shown no indications of being into that kind of kinky stuff.
I went into the bedroom and got my drive of femdom porn out of the back of the wardrobe. To get me in the mood I connected it to the TV in the living room and put it on shuffle. A guy was bound to a bed unable to move. He starts squirming as a petite brunette wearing a loose T-shirt and yoga pants approach. As she arrives at the bed she inspects him and pulls out a flogger that she runs up his chest.
I realized I had started to touch myself and forced myself to stop. That wasn't the plan. I knew that if I let myself get too excited I wouldn't go through with my plan and just jerk myself silly right then and there. So I quickly undressed and got my cup of ice from the freezer.
When I'd placed one of our dining chairs in front of the TV I put a second one behind it and the cup of ice on it. It held the key to the handcuffs and I made sure to put it within reach before I got the rest of my kit. I checked the time. I knew the ice melted in about three or four hours so I figured I had enough margin to pull this off.
I grabbed my prostate massager and lubed it up. My boner had started to go down as I'd prepared everything. The guy on TV was now getting helplessly teased by the brunette. The cold lube dripped down my leg as I slowly but firmly pushed the vibrator into place. A familiar sensation of strange relief spread and my cock got rock hard in an instant. The brunette held his cock and licked the air over the head laughing as he begged to be blown.
I sat down on the chair and started to tie myself up. My legs to the legs of the chair. A rope crossed over my chest held me back towards the slightly cold backrest making sure I sat down firmly. I put my hands behind my back and put on the cuffs with a *click*. It was now too late to back out. I was stuck here until the ice melted, whether I liked it or not.
The last thing to do was to turn on the vibrator. I set it to vibrate in random intervals and levels of intensity. I felt a wave of pleasure as I threw away the remote and relaxed.
I usually didn't come from this, it was more of an extended edging session that made me more and more frustrated about not being able to come until I was able to uncuff myself. By then it was almost enough to just touch me for a couple of seconds to get the release.
The girl had taken off her T-shirt and was only wearing her yoga pants as she slowly ran her fingers up and down the guy's shaft. She stopped and looked at the guy who begged for her to continue. She held the base of the shaft and just smiled, almost in pity, as he twitched.
I felt more and more relaxed. It wasn't that often that I had the time to do this so I was gonna make this count. The vibrator pressed against my prostate and I started to rock my hips to massage it. I was already frustrated that I couldn't touch myself, but that was part of the fun.
She stood up and fetched what looked like shoelaces. She sat down next to him and started wrapping his dick in a zig-zag pattern, leaving only the head exposed. She then pulled the lace to make it stand up and slowly rubbed the head with a finger and...
There are keys in the front door. It opens.
"Mike? I forgot my phone."
"Wait!"
I heard her steps stopping in the doorway. I couldn't turn around to see her but she definitely saw me. It was an excruciating silence only pierced by the moaning from the TV. The girl was now holding the wrapped-up dick in her hand slowly massaging the head with her thumb. The guy was struggling to break free and she just said "Sscch" while placing her other hand on his stomach.
"What are you doing?" There was a tone of disgust in her voice.
"I... I didn't think you'd be home until tonight."
Silence. The girl on TV put a finger against her thumb in that OK-gesture and started to slowly massage the head. My hard-on was slowly fading as my bubble had burst. I was just a pervert in a chair with a vibrator up my ass.
"I'm sorry." I don't know why I said that, but the silence was killing me.
"Can you please stop looking at that and get up?"
"I can't. I'm stuck"
I waved my bound hands behind my back. She didn't reply.
"The keys are in the ice."
Silence again. It was eating me that I couldn't see her. I'm sure she was looking at me with total disgust. The vibrator kicked into a new rhythm in my ass. It was as if it was trying to get me horny again. It felt fantastic but wasn't what I needed right now.
I heard her pick up the icebox and I felt her hands on my arm as she passed it.
"Is this what you do when you're alone?"
"Uh, sometimes..." The pulsating vibrator in my ass made it hard to talk. "Sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry. I want you to explain yourself."
She sat down on the sofa table next to me. I saw her in the corner of my eye, but couldn't bring myself to look at her. I saw that she was holding the cup of ice.
"I'm..." I had to correct my seating to not make it as comfortable since it was making it hard for me to concentrate on this very important conversation.
"Don't you like it when we have sex?"
"Of course I do!"
"You don't think I'm exciting?"
"That's not it!"
"Then why have I caught you like this looking at some BDSM porn?"
"I... It's just something I enjoy by myself." The vibrator changed the pattern again and started to rhythmically let the pulse run up and down the entire thing. "It's got nothing to do with you."
Sweating profoundly and being stimulated all the way from the anus to prostate I was having trouble not moaning.